life isn't a canned good. it perishes like the fruit in the bowl on the table. i am not such a big man. i can't stand up all the time. i need to sit sometimes. i need to sleep. i get overwhelmed i am overwhelmed . "the words are therapeutic" well what if they're not? cause what if they're the stressor? then what, hmm? now what?
"and i'll raise my glass, & say some words at your wedding. oh brother, my brother, where else could i be?" "because life is a mirror and you're my reflection. oh brother, my brother, what else could i see?"